Jan 06 2009
No
I had a dream that a friend of a friend of a friend, like a distant cousin, had killed herself. I don’t know why, I guess she was sad. It made me feel sad that she had died, it made me cry and scream, in my sleep, in my dream. Sometimes I have these sorts of dreams, where friends die, and friends of friends, people I have not seen in years, months, ever. Although twice I have had prophetic weather dreams about large natural disasters, none of my friend-death dreams have ever come true. I know they are not prophetic, just a sort of exercise for my brain, a way of cleaning house while asleep. I dreamed this woman had died, sad, alone, and woke congested and thought, the mold is killing me. I have to get out of here. It’s killing me. Now I’m thinking of going to San Francisco, for no reason at all, no reason but that I have no place to live until February, no obligations here until the 22nd, so why not leave for a few weeks? I tried to think, again, if I could ride a freight train with my computer, and the answer, as usual, was No.
